TheBanyanTree: brown creeper

[Sally Larwood]

You've got it, Sash. Beautiful and evocative Mike. 

Sal 

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> On 6 Dec 2013, at 6:12, auntiesash <auntiesash at gmail.com> wrote:
> 
> This should be a Jethro Tull song.
> 
> 
>> On Thu, Dec 5, 2013 at 5:11 AM, Mike Pingleton <pingleto at gmail.com> wrote:
>> 
>> your thin, reedy whistle
>> is so often drowned,
>> but this dim early hour the town lies
>> dreaming, the crows still sleeping.
>> 
>> I hope to catch you in silhouette
>> if I am to catch you at all,
>> the trees black fractals against
>> a wall of tarnished clouds.
>> 
>> six-legged are summer's children
>> and summer has foundered in the
>> sea of fallen leaves, but you know
>> where hides the thrips and midges,
>> 
>> the barley worm, the beetles in their
>> bark crevices.  cloaked in the black
>> you are ratcheting up the maple
>> like a clock-work toy, a steeplejack
>> 
>> on a hidden string.  hop then pause,
>> tail propped, probing cracks and holes
>> with your broom-straw beak, the
>> source of your thin, reedy whistle.
>> 
>> you weigh little more than moonlight;
>> the ground's faint pull makes the tree
>> a mere rough road.  where the trunk
>> tapers you flutter-fall to earth,
>> 
>> lift your head and start upward anew.
>> this is your own hard way
>> and your bird heart hammers;
>> it is said just one thin spider
>> 
>> earns you muscle and gristle enough
>> to master another ascent.
>> I whistle for my dogs, we three have
>> our own dark trees to transit.
> 
> 
> 
> -- 
> "I didn't need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back."
> -- John Green <https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1406384.John_Green>, *Paper
> Towns*